Gordon Ramsay: That's the salad I had, lunchtime. Just open the bag, and bang, out come the flies. Uh, gentlemen, it gets worse than that.
(camera zooms in on a mouldy burger that, at best, has probably contaminated every other burger)
Gordon: It's green. It's beyond edible. It's disgusting. Look at the colour of those chicken wings.
Andrew: (Confession Cam) Everything in there was putrid.
Gordon: How long has that been in there? (Martin begins to stammer) Give me an answer, because I'm shitting myself!
Martin: Uh, yes, there's a head chef responsible for this...
Gordon: This will kill somebody!
Martin: I'm not passing the buck, but...
Gordon: I know my general manager knows what the fuck's going on in my fridges. Where are your standards?
Martin: Our standards are...
Gordon: Look at it! Let me just tell you something: I've eaten here!
(Gordon picks up half a rotten tomato)
Gordon: When's that from? That's been sliced. That's gone out. What is that- where's it- hey, madam. Where's that tomato gone?
(A customer is served what may or may not be the other half on a lamb biryani; meanwhile, Gordon pokes a slug out of the half still in storage)
Gordon: Look, it's fucking rotten, you fucking idiot! It's rotteeeeeeeeeeeen! Has a customer just been served a slice of TOMATO!?
Waitresses: No, no, no.
Gordon: SO WHERE IS IT!?
Andrew: (Confession Cam) Oh, my god.
Martin: (Confession Cam) Things are looking pretty glum.
Gordon: Looklooklook, look, look! It's rotten, Mohammad. Tell himnote in your language: "You'll kill somebody!" What do we need, a death in the restaurant before some fucker gets a grip?
(camera zooms in on a mouldy burger that, at best, has probably contaminated every other burger)
Gordon: It's green. It's beyond edible. It's disgusting. Look at the colour of those chicken wings.
Andrew: (Confession Cam) Everything in there was putrid.
Gordon: How long has that been in there? (Martin begins to stammer) Give me an answer, because I'm shitting myself!
Martin: Uh, yes, there's a head chef responsible for this...
Gordon: This will kill somebody!
Martin: I'm not passing the buck, but...
Gordon: I know my general manager knows what the fuck's going on in my fridges. Where are your standards?
Martin: Our standards are...
Gordon: Look at it! Let me just tell you something: I've eaten here!
(Gordon picks up half a rotten tomato)
Gordon: When's that from? That's been sliced. That's gone out. What is that- where's it- hey, madam. Where's that tomato gone?
(A customer is served what may or may not be the other half on a lamb biryani; meanwhile, Gordon pokes a slug out of the half still in storage)
Gordon: Look, it's fucking rotten, you fucking idiot! It's rotteeeeeeeeeeeen! Has a customer just been served a slice of TOMATO!?
Waitresses: No, no, no.
Gordon: SO WHERE IS IT!?
Andrew: (Confession Cam) Oh, my god.
Martin: (Confession Cam) Things are looking pretty glum.
Gordon: Looklooklook, look, look! It's rotten, Mohammad. Tell himnote in your language: "You'll kill somebody!" What do we need, a death in the restaurant before some fucker gets a grip?
— Kitchen Nightmares, "Dillon's"
Shary Bobbins: And the clerk who runs the store can charge a little more for meat!
Apu: For meat
Shary Bobbins: And milk
Apu: And milk!
Shary Bobbins & Apu: From nineteen-eighty-four!
Apu: For meat
Shary Bobbins: And milk
Apu: And milk!
Shary Bobbins & Apu: From nineteen-eighty-four!
"And then you bit into them, and learned once again that Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler could find a use for bits of an animal that the animal didn't know it had got. Dibbler had worked out that with enough fried onions and mustard people would eat anything."
"As soon as you're seated to feast at McButt's, they bring you hot bread with tarantula guts. Then lizards on sticks and then gizzards on picks. Then termites on toast and then worm-rotted roast.
For dessert, they bring ice cream, but nothing heart-stopping. McButt says, 'Don't eat 'til we give you your topping!' They wheel in the hoses and turn them on fast. Then mucus streams out like a cannonball blast!
McButt says, 'Don't eat! For it's not yet complete! What's grosser than mucus? That's right, only puke is.' McButt pulls a rope in, a trap door flies open, then barf-ified slop piles high on the tabletop!
But somehow the barf and the mucus is yummy. McButt says, 'The food here is good for your tummy. Our motto is: nothing need ever be wasted. For sometimes, the gross stuff is best to be tasted!' So eat at McButt's. We won't think you're nuts. Say, 'Thanks for the plates full of innards and guts.'"
For dessert, they bring ice cream, but nothing heart-stopping. McButt says, 'Don't eat 'til we give you your topping!' They wheel in the hoses and turn them on fast. Then mucus streams out like a cannonball blast!
McButt says, 'Don't eat! For it's not yet complete! What's grosser than mucus? That's right, only puke is.' McButt pulls a rope in, a trap door flies open, then barf-ified slop piles high on the tabletop!
But somehow the barf and the mucus is yummy. McButt says, 'The food here is good for your tummy. Our motto is: nothing need ever be wasted. For sometimes, the gross stuff is best to be tasted!' So eat at McButt's. We won't think you're nuts. Say, 'Thanks for the plates full of innards and guts.'"
— Unnamed Boy & Girl, The Grossest Picture Book Ever
